My gentle Jennie Gray

Collected by Karl T. Gosnell For Mary C. Parler
Sung by Annie Owens Ola, Arkansas November 20, 1958
Reel 274, Item 7
My Gentle Jennie Gray
My heart’s sad, I’ll tell you why If you’ll listen to my lay,
Which makes me weep when I sing Of my gentle Jennie Gray.
But I can ne’er forget the days When with Jennie by my side,
We talked to love and happiness When she should be my bride.
Chorus:
Hush the banjo, toll the bell,
I’m very sad today;
I cannot work, so let me weep For my gentle Jennie Gray,
My Jennie had the sweetest face And eyes of sparkling jet,
With lips like new born roses;
She was my darling pet.
But Death he called one morning And took my love away,
And left me lonely weeping For my gentle Jennie Gray,
(Chorus)
And in the ground they laid her, Close by my cabin door,
A rude stone marks the spot Where she sleeps to wake no more.
While at her grave I’m weeping,
At every close of the day,
I fancy that she’s sleeping And not dead, my Jennie Gray,
(Chorus)

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Collected by Karl T. Gosnell For Mary C. Parler
Sung by Annie Owens Ola, Arkansas November 20, 1958
Reel 274, Item 7
My Gentle Jennie Gray
My heart’s sad, I’ll tell you why If you’ll listen to my lay,
Which makes me weep when I sing Of my gentle Jennie Gray.
But I can ne’er forget the days When with Jennie by my side,
We talked to love and happiness When she should be my bride.
Chorus:
Hush the banjo, toll the bell,
I’m very sad today;
I cannot work, so let me weep For my gentle Jennie Gray,
My Jennie had the sweetest face And eyes of sparkling jet,
With lips like new born roses;
She was my darling pet.
But Death he called one morning And took my love away,
And left me lonely weeping For my gentle Jennie Gray,
(Chorus)
And in the ground they laid her, Close by my cabin door,
A rude stone marks the spot Where she sleeps to wake no more.
While at her grave I’m weeping,
At every close of the day,
I fancy that she’s sleeping And not dead, my Jennie Gray,
(Chorus)